Is there a game that treats black humans differently from white humans?

I always wondered that too. To the point where I've homebrewed rules for different nationalities.

SKYRIM IS FOR THE NORDS

I suppose a case could sort of be made for the old Eternal Champion Games where what nationality you were had a huge effect on stats.

One of my DMs had different stats for different nations. Nations that he ported directly from the real world, jews with -2 charisma were present.
I can post a story about him, if there's interest, by the way.

Degenesis

Its always time for storytime

The Dark Eye treats humans as a large group of various peoples with different stats, much like elves.

GURPS.

Being black in the 60s gives you enough points to buy laser vision.

The game of Life.

DAS RACIST

Seems like a fair exchange

>why do different biologically incompatible races have different stats but different colored ones of one race don't?

There was that black inquisitor in Dawn of War who had an accent.

Aren't all the humans in the Elder Scrolls dumb, in that they take an Int penalty. I know the Nords do.

That's the idea. Basically, everyone hates you and treats you like shit, so you get extra points to compensate, kind of like if you played as a mentally ill character, or a woman in medieval times, or an ex-nazi in Israel.

You're an idiot, there's nothing biologically incompatible about different races of Elves or alternatively different races of dwarves and yet each get different stats unlike different races of humans

Racial Holy War.

I don't think Imperials do.

Don't think Imperials and Bretons do but I'm too lazy to check.

Of course, those are both races with elf blood in them.

Bretons actually get a +10 to intelligence.

Yeah but they're fags filled with elven semen

Breton is master race.

Or at least they were in Oblivion when they went Full Mage.

MTG

Nords, male Orcs and Redguards start with lower Int. Altmer, female Argonians and Bretons have a starting Int bonus. Everyone else is baseline 40.

Imperials are a pure!
Bretons are the mudbloods.

If you're going to reference fantasy at least pick one where the world was thought out for more than a minute, the BBEG is at least mildly competent and the characters actually have character.

Life

Which race is best for minmaxers in the game of Life? Also I think Life is too hardcore and needs to be rebalanced in the next edition.

Depends on the setting. I played an Appalachian Adventures game where all the PCs were white, but didn't start with the Wealth trait. Everyone put points into Pious, but it turned out to be a trap option because magic didn't exist.

Victoria 2

With Skyrim, there aren't any attribute differences any more, just skill bonuses dependant on race.

>abbos are just "different colored" people

>Decided to play on hard mode
>Choose a black character, take negatives from genetic health problems and situational social stigmas
>Have to take the military advancement because I fumbled my int check for career choices and academics (with the financial modifer of already have a sibling in school)
>Crit pass my luck checks to avoid trouble in military to bank financial bonus for service

Not to bad so far I wish I could have at least got the mandingo dick perk but the fucking DM made us roll on a chart and wouldn't let us re-roll

finally a not!bait thread

Why don't games give animals stat adjustments for the color of their fur?

>mfw orange housecats have the same luck stat as black ones
Literally stop

>I mean if different variety of every nonhuman race has different stats why not different stats for different human races?

It's just an excuse to peddle splatbooks.

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Holy race war
Yes, that is unfortunately a real game, look it up on 1d4chan

>unfortunately for user, he mangled the title and thus caused laughter and derision

It's Racial Holy War, or "RaHoWa".

They have curved swords. Curved. Swords.

clyp.it/mzw2nkmt

MYFAROG by Burzum

Im so glad someone here knows what the fuck is up. Yeah the guy who burned down most of the churches in Norway to give blackmetal its association with church burning? He wrote an pen and paper RPG in prison. Its highly racist.

Cops & robbers.

pdf when

We know, it gets spammed on Veeky Forums every week.

Good luck with that

It is indeed pretty racist.

Though it's not even half as racist as FATAL, and may actually be playable after a fashion.

I mean, he's constructed a pretty autistic default setting based around his essentially infallible mary-sue nordic stand-in culture withstanding the rapacious hordes of thinly veiled blood-libel practicing judaeo-christians.

>female Argonians
why

>attributes as modifiers
this is what you get for using a wikia

Because lizard-lookin' bitches gotta play smart to get some fug.

Survival of the species innit.

If the ratio of depictions in Scaly porn is anything to go by Argonian dudes prefer fucking each other.

Agreed
Story time

It makes the trees happy to do it that way

>Not wanting your own Lifts-Her-Tail

I would read that splatbook.

Car Lesbians is still the best bet for dramatic lesbian-based tabletop gameplay though.

>being a scaly.
>wanting to be murdered in your sleep as soon as the hist decide it's genocide time.

Does the Black race mesh with the Samurai Retainer class very well? Feeling like playing something a little Snowflake and unusual.

>african samurai
this intrigues me, when and how was this a thing?
Or am I dumb and this is fake?

> Be me
> Look for a DnD game online with my friends.
> The party is full, but we have no DM, and none of us are willing to take the burden. I’m sure you can relate.
> Suddenly we find some crazy person who’s willing to DM for us, despite never talking to us before. Let’s call him the Roman. This is his story.
> Pretty much nobody else in the party is cruicial to the story, but there was a guy playing a psion, a guy playing a female cleric and a guy playing a sorcerer. I’ll call them all by their class names.
> Roman tells us that he has a couple of homebrewed settings for us and offers us a choice between them. As I’m reading, I start to suspect something.
> The first choice is basically medieval Europe, except with a little bit magic. There are elves and dwarves, and also drow - which have innate spellcasting, special magic plate armor that allows them to spellcast and other ridiculous shit, but the intended race for the players is a human one, which is just like in default DnD - except it has subraces that add even more shit to it. For example, celts get an additional feat on top of regular human one, while jews get… -2 to charisma and “reputation”, whatever that means. Classes are also restriced by nations, so no paladins for the jews. Oy vey.
> The second one is set in Russia, it’s about how pagan and non-orthodox cults mutate people into beatmen, and only righteous russian true believers can stop this threat in the name of God.
> The third one is set in a post-apocalyptic world, and there’s nothing really special about it except that, apparently, technology exists in it, but you need special skill like UMD to use it. Since it’s our only choice that is not /pol/ approved, the party picks this one. Sorry for bait and switch.

> Since this is an online game, we need some sort of place to actually play at - luckily, the Roman already has an idea. Our OOC communications - and some of the IC communications - will be done in skype voicechat, while maps, charsheets and dicerolling will be made in something called Fantasy Grounds 2.
> Sorc suddenly starts protesting - apparently, he’s familiar with FG2 and says that it’s expensive shit nobody is gonna waste their money on, but the Roman calms him - an old version of FG2 is on pirate bay, and it’s mostly bug free.
> Turns out, this motherfucker lied, because setting up character sheets took an entire day for us. First of all, this shit program kept crashing, deleting our data, having huge issues with cyrillic alphabet and otherwise being a huge nuisance. Secondly, the Roman insisted that he’ll go through the character generation process with each of us, one at a time.
> Time to pick the character for myself, and I decide that I want a female unarmed swordsage. I ask the Roman if I can switch my weaboo fightan magic a little bit and get lightning element for my Desert Wind discipline instead of fire.
> Oddly enough, he agrees, but quickly gets overexcited with the homebrew. My powers now come from some mystical technology that my body is augmented with, and every time I get a new manuever level, I must spend level*1000 gp to switch my implants. On the plus side, I get +1 lightning damage to all my unarmed attacks, so this should even out, right?
> When I timidly ask the Roman if he’s not going a little bit overboard with homebrew, he brushes it off. After all, swordsages and psions are homebrew already - he’s just making some fixes.
> Wait, what?
> Apparently, he doesn’t know or believe that books other than PBH, DMG and MM exist. And he doesn’t believe us when we say that Tome of Battle is official.
> It was this very moment when I’ve realized that it’s gonna be a very short and a very special campaign.

> After the Roman analyzes our backstories and decides that he has no issues with them - which was expected, since he never gave us any information about the setting other than vague post-apocalypse, the game finally begins.
> And we begin separately, apparently, which is actually kind of nice. I’m sick of “you all begin in the inn” cliche. Each of us writes his first post…
> ...and all of us are kidnapped by sleep dart shooting robots right after our first posts. no saving throws allowed. Okay, then.
> Our cleric kinda throws a fuss, because he wrote this big post continuing his backstory, but the Roman ensures that everything was always supposed to be that way
> After our characters wake up, they find themselves on some kind of undergroud arena, in the gladiator cells. The walls are made of some strange black glass, which we immediately try to break.
> We don’t even leave a scratch, even when using the Mountain Hammer that’s supposed to ignore hardness and DR. Guess we’re not supposed to get out yet.
> Robots are putting a show for the empty seats and forcing us to fight for nobody’s amusement. Initially it’s a set of 1-on-1 fights, until we take part in a teamfight against a gorilla and some other animals.
> The fights themselves are something else, because Fantasy Grounds apparently don’t actually have any map building whatsoever. so the Roman just kinda drew the grid and moved tokens. Those animated 3D dice do look good, however, not gonna argue about that.
> After a few hours of fights, we win, robots give us magic items and let us go. That was easy
> Hey, maybe this campaign won’t be so horrible after all. Not great, but not horrible either.
> What I didn’t know, however, is that the worst is yet to come.

Oda Nobunaga had a black samurai in his court named 'Yasuke'

> Most our players suddenly start having other important things to do.
> Me, on the other hand, I’m a NEET with nothing better to do. So I get to know the Roman better. Whether I like it or not.
> He turns out to have some pretty interesting ideas. For example, he ensures me that in 3.5 every class is perfectly balanced and can beat any other class.
> This whole shit happened quite a while ago, before I became a complete nerd and social outcast, but even then I knew enough about 3.5 to disagree. I bring up the tier lists and some of the completely broken shit casters get in the splats, but Roman brushes it off - splats aren’t official after all, and he’s sure fighters get broken shit too even if they were.
> Finally, I decide to flaunt my obvious superiority in system mastery and challenge him to an arena combat - fighter versus druid on various levels. Starting with those, when I get a wildshape, of course. Core only, so no “unofficial” splat material.
> The Roman begins laughing maniacally and gets to building, while I get to my build.
> ...and he completely kicks my ass in the first round, because his fighter picked the best feat of them all - leadership, which allowed him to get help from a cleric. Said cleric save-or-sucked me in the second round.
> I point out that in order to defeat a caster he needed help from another caster, and this is where he disagrees - since the fighter was his primary character, it all works out.
> Luckily, I beat him in the next few rounds, because I was right all along and druids are fucking OP. His horseback fighter could do nothing against natural spell and a flying wildshape.
> And the Roman did not like it. He did not like it at all. In fact, as he blamed me for shady tactics, his voice was seeithing with rage - as if I offended him personally.
> From this point, proving me wrong about everything became his personal quest. From minor game rules to politics.

> After a few weeks the game resumes.
> Previously, we barely got out of some kind of underground robot arena, only to step into the poisoned wasteland.
> We meet some monsters, which we promptly slaughter - during the battle, the sorcerer casts a stone fist spell and engages into melee. For no reason at all, I ask you to remember this moment.
> After the battle is over, we decide that we need to find some kind of town as quickly as posible and rest. Luckily, our cleric has the travel domain, so she casts locate object fo find the nearest building.
> Some walking ensues, during which me and the cleric roleplay - for some reason, the Roman immediately snidely insinuates that they are hereby in a lesbian relationship. That was weird.
> But it’s okay, because we’ve finally found a town! The best kind of town - the ghost town. Everyone inside is dead, so we decide to pull a Ferguson and loot everything. The party splits - the cleric and the sorcerer loot the inn for food, while me and the psion decide to visit a town hall. At this point, sorcerer’s player has to leave and do some RL stuff, so the Roman takes over playing his character.
> Lo and behold, we find a box! Or a safe with a code combination, more accurately, which I immediately try to open. Cross-class skills are good, take them.
> The Roman immediately objects - there is no way my character can know how safes work, so trying to hear the mechanism clanking won’t work.
> I respond by rolling knowledge - and actually rolling pretty well, but the Roman shrugs - it merely means that I know that safes in this world do not make any noise at all.
> While I try to search the place for possible code combinations, the Psion is trying to use his psionics in different ways - but the Roman always answers that either his method won’t be good enough, or it will likely destroy the contents.
> I do not find any hints for code combinations, but I do find another container - a wooden chest.

Pls continue. Also, OP gets much brownie for Rockford.

Also his life was saved by racism, when Oda eventually ate it super hard the troops of his rebellious general captured Yasuke, they were asking if they should kill him but the general was all like "It would be pointless to slaughter this beast, he doesn't have the glorious nippon intelligence required to know whats even going on" and sent him back to the Jesuit missionaries instead.

> Since I managed to break my lockpicks already, I decide to simply break the chest open with my fists.
> ...which just results in the Roman declaring that it doesn’t work.
> Due to being an unarmed swordsage and shadowblade shenanigans, my fists deal some serious - and lethal - damage, so I feel like I’m justified asking why I can’t roll to break a piece of wood.
> “Well, logically, wood is hard, and you’re just a woman. Can a woman break a chest in real life?”
> I repeatedly point out that he himself made my character a cyborg ninja in a medieval setting, so maybe he knows the answer himself.
> He graciously allows me to roll for damage - but I also damage myself, because wood is hard, and my tender feminine hands hurt.
> Out of frustration I completely forget that I have Mountain Hammer that will bypass this problem entirely.
> To add insult to injury, I repeatedly fail at trying to break this fucking chest open and instead only hurt myself. I sigh and walk away from the chest, deciding that it’s not worth the effort…
> ...when a saviour suddenly comes. The sorcerer - still controlled by the Roman, not his player - shows up out of nowhere.
> “Step away, woman!” - he laughs, raising his fist of stone - curiously still persistent, despite combat in which it was cast being over forever ago - and effortlessly breaking the chest with no roll at all.
> I let out a surprised gasp in response, but the Roman shrugs it off - stone is much harder than wood, it’s only logical that it would be easy to do it with a stone hand.
> “Well, sorcerer.” - I say sarcastically. - “There’s also a safe in the wall, so maybe you’ll open it for me too?”
> The sorcerer walks up to the safe and, I quote, “methodically, using his fist as a jackhammer, he breaks the wall piece by piece”. The safe falls on the ground.
> This meme's so extreme, I've let out a scream.

> “Well…” - the psion concludes. - “That was easy. Now we can take it with us - we can unlock it later, if we figure out how. Whatever is inside, it must be valuable.”
> Everyone agrees - even if there’s nothing valuable inside, at least we can sell the safe itself, am I right?
> The Roman smirks audibly and declares that the safe is so heavy, whoever carries it will be likely heavily encumbered and therefore vulnerable to attacks.
> Oh yeah, we use encumbrance rules in this campaign, because of course we do.
> We count, and it turns out that none of us can carry this shit without becoming about as mobile as a drunk on the new year’s eve.
> There’s a pause.
> “Hey, maybe we can leave it here?”
> “Yeah, let’s leave it here.”
> “You know, I agree.”
> But the Roman doesn’t agree, as he suddenly sounds panicked. “It could be very valuable and important.” - he says.
> “Well, it’s clearly not worth dying for, so fuck this shit.”
> “No, you don’t understand, your characters WOULDN’T leave this safe here.” - the Roman asserts firmly.
> “They totally would.”
> Luckily, sorcerer’s eternal stone arm also appears to give him undocumented in the rules super strength, because he effortlessly takes the safe and says that if we don’t want it, he’ll take it and take the contents for himself.
> Yeah, Roman, whatever.
> At this point, I’m audibly frustrated for reasons I’m sure I don’t need to explain. So me and the cleric decide to take a walk for a minute, while the psion does psion stuff wih his crystal.
> In the hindsight, taking a walk in potentially dangerous, unscouted terrirory was the best decision I could have made. No, I am not being ironic.

> It takes the Roman ten seconds to crack another strange lesbian joke, and it takes us another minute to encounter an aberration, some kind of homebrewed monstrosity with three arms and spikes and ugly teeth.
> And horible voice too, since the Roman is doing his best to voice act. At this point I’ve ran out of fucks to give, so I burst out laughing. It was pretty hilarious, take my word for it. Or maybe I was just so frustrated, anything seemed funny.
> After screeching - or belching, it’s quite difficult to describe - some threats, the aberration attacks, while me and the cleric defend ourselves.
> Thanks to a swordsage manuever that grants 20% evasion and my high AC, I manage to tank this shitter pretty well, while the cleric spanks. This creature has three attacks per round - one of them grapple one - and we also throw some will saving throws against. We never fail any, so I don’t know what would have happened otherwise.
> After we finally kill the bitch, it immediately explodes, raining us with it’s spikes. I don’t remember how much damage it dealt - 8d6 or 8d8, but it was some ridiculous shit that we could not possibly survive.
> The cleric is thrown sideways by the shockwave, while my character is nailed to the nearest tree. We both fall into zeroes, bleeding out, while the Roman smugly says that my optimization and tiers don’t matter in the actual game.
> “It’s over. You’ve lost.”
> And he laughs.
> He laughs, and I snap.

AAAAAH gotta go to work soon, for the love of all that is mighty continue!

> Every snide remark he’s dropped about me, both during the game and during two weeks of hiatus, sounds in my head.
> Every backhanded compliment, every crude joke, every outright insult.
> “You’ve lost.”
> “It’s over.”
> I remember speaking in what I’ve thought was an ice cold tone, but others told me that I was hysterical. I was screaming. I was angriest they’ve ever heard me.
> I list every single thing that I hated about the Roman and his game, from this unfair encounter that was specifically designed to kill me to the fucking jews.
> Before I finish, the Roman interjects and starts mumbling something about how it’s not over yet.
> Apparently, when we fell, the healing potions in our backpacks broke, and the liquid started healing our wounds…
> No. No. It’s over. Fuck you. Fuck your game. I quit. I think the other players will be going with me, too.
> And I storm off.
> Well, I actually don’t, since we’re playing online. I just shut skype down and go take a cold shower.
> In a few hours, I’m already smirking at this - and why this shit made me so angry? This shit doesn't matter. Anymore, at least.
> I’m gonna be DMing for the party myself - I’m thinking of the plot already.
> It’s gonna be a much better campaign. I’m gonna be a much better DM. It probably can’t get worse.
> It’s over.
> Well, I was wrong.
> It was not over.

Holy fuck continue.

I have 25 minutes, don't fail me oh kind internet patron

Keep going. I love every minute of this.

> Roman writes me a few times afterwards, but I tell him to fuck off. After he doesn’t get the memo, I simply add him to ignore list.
> Exposition time - I was also playing with another party. It was much larger, it was not DnD, and our games could not be called regular - but I’ve still played with them for years.
> If you want to know, it was about a riflemen squad in a fantasy world, but that’s not really important.
> What is important, in a few weeks we’re having a new member, as I’m told. I don’t give it much thought - why should I? It could be anyone, right?
> Well, you are reading a greentext about a god-awful DM on Veeky Forums, and I’m suddenly going on a tangent about some other guy for some reason.
> You know exactly who he turns out to be.
> It’s my friend, the Roman! I have no idea how he randomly bumped into me again, but here he is!
> He pretends not to know me for some reason. However, during his introductory voice chat, his voice seems to be dripping with poison for some reason. He sounds so smug again.
> Oh, I see where this is going. No, I am not going to play your game.
> In my rare moment of rationality, I call the Roman out on his shit…
> ...and now it’s his turn to go bananas! He calls me every name in the book - a bitch, a kike, you name it, but the message seems to be clear - he’s very displeased about the fact that I’ve foiled his attempt to shit up another of my games.
> Then he’s kicked from the chat.

> He tried to contact me several more times - from another accounts, through his friends. Once he tried to relay an important message about how I was wrong about that one evasion ruling.
> This gets so bad, I have to create several new accounts, including a new skype.
> However, of all bad DMs, he really cuts into my memory. In fact, so much, that I begin to telling this story to every new DM I meet - and then I ask him, do you know this guy? Have you heard about him?
> Until one day, I meet one who did. He scratches his head for a few seconds, before remembering - oh, the Roman? Yeah, I remember that guy. He’s a complete retard.
> I smile, confident that all is well in the world.
> I am not crazy, and I did not imagine this shitfest.
> And so I create a new character for a new campaign.
> An entirely roman-free campaign.

So, that's all, folks. I've never heard about the guy from that day onward, and thank goodness for that. Did you enjoy the story? I sure as hell did not.

Someone screen shot this.

Huh, a greentext story about That DM that actually sounds plausible. Never thought I'd see the day.

Whoops wrong gif

> plausible

It has been. I saw this exact story, word for word, in a best of Veeky Forums thread several months ago. I don't remember if the pictures were the same though.

Yeah, while I did post this story before (without the epilogue, though), it was not in the screenshot format, and sure as hell not in the best of Veeky Forums thread.
Though I do like the thought that someone liked it enough to make a screencap.

There's no beating the GM at his own game, no crazy Old Man Henderson-esque ending, no incredible rolls, just the guy ragequitting and going to another group

>no paladins for the jews
>only righteous russian true believers can stop this threat in the name of God.
Would play

Posting in an epic thread. I've tried my best to screencap this, feel free to save.

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>it gets spammed on Veeky Forums every week.
Varg is a 4channer. He's the one posting about his game.

It's like how /pol/ suddenly had a ton of threads about Tila Tequila when she became a neo-Nazi. D-list celebrities shill themselves here regularly.

If anyone thinks they can do better, do it. I'm not that good at crops.

>Tila Tequila when she became a neo-Nazi.
lol what.